Why? I have no reasonable answer for that. Why does a seed choose to endure the harshest clime? Why do beautiful, pure rocks form only under the most unlikely circumstances?
[He does this simply because it's how he feels, after all. Because he could never stand idly by while the world wore Dohalim down... it should have dawned on him earlier, truthfully. When he'd created that contract so easily, signing himself away to his man's side...
The Renan speaks of not wanting to hurt him, and the deity smiles faintly. His to explain... well, it'll make sense or it won't.]
You haven't hurt me, Dohalim. Not truly. [another kiss, and he urges the man to sprawl onto the bed with him. The mess has largely settled, and there's a faintly unpleasant feeling clinging to his thigh, but he can bathe later.] Rather... if it was something I truly didn't want, I would have stopped it. I didn't... dislike the pain, not really.
[is that true? In retrospect, he thinks so. He'd been overwhelmed by it all, and it certainly hadn't been painless, but... hadn't he enjoyed it? The stain on the edge of the blanket speaks to that, and the fact that he's so close now, wanting to feel the Renan nearby even more is... well, undeniable.]
It's alright if you're afraid of it still. I accept it, as it's still a part of you. Is that amenable?
[He'll have to work slowly, true, but... he doesn't think the corruption is so deeply intwined in Dohalim after all. He thinks... just maybe, the man is a little selfish, a little possessive, and he can't yet separate the difference between feelings that make him feel guilty and the slow twist of something sinister. Eventually, that will shift a little more, and he already knows this isn't healthy, but Zhongli... can't bring himself to care.
It doesn't help matters that it seems the poor man hasn't been shown much in the way of true kindness.]
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[He does this simply because it's how he feels, after all. Because he could never stand idly by while the world wore Dohalim down... it should have dawned on him earlier, truthfully. When he'd created that contract so easily, signing himself away to his man's side...
The Renan speaks of not wanting to hurt him, and the deity smiles faintly. His to explain... well, it'll make sense or it won't.]
You haven't hurt me, Dohalim. Not truly. [another kiss, and he urges the man to sprawl onto the bed with him. The mess has largely settled, and there's a faintly unpleasant feeling clinging to his thigh, but he can bathe later.] Rather... if it was something I truly didn't want, I would have stopped it. I didn't... dislike the pain, not really.
[is that true? In retrospect, he thinks so. He'd been overwhelmed by it all, and it certainly hadn't been painless, but... hadn't he enjoyed it? The stain on the edge of the blanket speaks to that, and the fact that he's so close now, wanting to feel the Renan nearby even more is... well, undeniable.]
It's alright if you're afraid of it still. I accept it, as it's still a part of you. Is that amenable?
[He'll have to work slowly, true, but... he doesn't think the corruption is so deeply intwined in Dohalim after all. He thinks... just maybe, the man is a little selfish, a little possessive, and he can't yet separate the difference between feelings that make him feel guilty and the slow twist of something sinister. Eventually, that will shift a little more, and he already knows this isn't healthy, but Zhongli... can't bring himself to care.
It doesn't help matters that it seems the poor man hasn't been shown much in the way of true kindness.]